Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
Never Happen to You - Part 2"'Caroline'?" the voice Chell now had a name for asked, sounding disapproving. "You know, in my day, we called our mothers either 'Mom' or 'Mommy.' Maybe 'Mother' if we were feeling particularly snotty."Never Happen to You - Part 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
"But you you're not " Chell got out. "I mean, you are, but you're not. Not really, I mean. I've never met you, and you're not."
There was complete silence for a moment, then GLaDOS's voice interrupted it. "Oh, dear. One of you would be sobbing right now if you were human, and the other is in a slight amount of shock. That confliction is a little difficult to deal with, but it was hardly unforeseen."
"I'm sorry," Chell said, knowing right away which was which. "I I didn't mean to upset you it's just most people don't get the chance to meet their mothers for the very first time at eighty-nine years old. I wasn't expecting it. I don't know what to say to you."
Caroline didn't respond for a moment, and when she did, her voice was tight
Still AliveCaroline had been Mr. Johnson’s secretary for far too long. She was so used to saying yes to him that she had forgotten she could also say no. And now that she remembered, now that she was having second thoughts and regrets, it was too late. He was long gone.Still Alive6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
She hadn’t really thought this project would actually come to fruition. Not in her lifetime, anyway. She’d hoped to die in the facility, in the little apartment she’d lived in for the past forty years, with Mr. Johnson at her side. But instead, she’d sat next to him, squeezing his hand as her eyes brimmed with tears. He was all she had. She’d hoped she wouldn’t have to live for too long without him.
And now she was going to live forever.
She wanted to fulfill Mr. Johnson's dying wish, of course. But as they strapped her into the machine, latching down her arms, legs and head to make sure she couldn’t move, she found herself wondering if she could still back out. The scientists
shipsand soships2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wind blows gently
taking this soul from here to there
fifty-two weeks fly loose from my hair
i grant my fears
to the air
those harbours from whom i drifted
may the waves sing songs to you
whichever grains your feet fall upon
may the skies above
i do not need those castles
made of clouds or built of sand
i shall mould a fortress
with the skills that i command
and should my efforts falter
it takes small faith to understand
that i will find your kindness
and your hand
to those whom i have met
you have my deepest thanks
you rocked me from my loneliness
kept my days from being blank
you are anchored to my wishes
you have acted as my buoys
i hope our coming days
are filled with joy
Do Stars Have Family?I'd like to listen to the partDo Stars Have Family?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That knows the course to take
To sell my possessions
Burn what remains
And then be enchanted
By whichever road I encounter next
To finally stop feeling envious
Of every traveler I meet and read about
And tread those paths myself
Winter is around the corner
So then I'll just wait until spring
To break into freedom
As flowers break into blossom
Wander fresh paths
And leave everything behind
Like a star crossing infinite space
But wait, they have a course to stick to
So, rather like a bird... or tumbleweed?
But don't you need an education?
Don't you need a future?
Don't I need freedom a lot more?
From needing to become somebody
By gaining status and wealth
All those things that won't enrich my life
Only make it more cluttered
And your family?
How could you ever explain yourself to them?
Oh, yes... family
The one thing that keeps me
From growing a beard
Down some winding chinese road
Such sweet human shackles
So we somehow keep pushi
Rehab for Roleplayers - IntroWelcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Intro5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Introduction: How to Spot a Drow Illusionist
I can identify a habitual roleplayer from fifty paces. Those who've been spooked by my asking whether they're a roleplayer within ten seconds of reading their fiction will know what I'm talking about.
"But how did you know?" they gasp. When I'm done chuckling, I explain that I know they are a roleplayer, because they write like a roleplayer.
There's usually a pause, then, while the writer decides to what degree they're going to feel offended by this statement, and/or wonders whether I've been stalking them, before they pose the next question: "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
What I mean is this: roleplayers almost invariably share the same basic writing habits, and some of these habits stand out as flaws in their non-RP material.
Many people develop their interest in writing
My Argument for Same Sex MarriageSame-sex marriage is a polarized issue that many Americans fear will result in economic, legal, and social repercussions. Gay Marriage has an extensive history in cultures around the world beginning in ancient times and still causes controversy today. However, there is much research showing the long and short term benefits gay marriage has on society. Many people are still uninformed about the history, psychology and sociological effects of one of the greatest debates in modern history.My Argument for Same Sex Marriage3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Same-sex marriage has its roots in the very beginning of recorded civilization, beginning with Africa. Within African tribal society, barren women would often take other women to be their brides. These 'female husbands' were granted the full rights of a male husband, including damages should the wife share sexual intimacy outside of the marriage. In Egyptian and Mesopotamian cultures, homosexual marriages were recognized as law; proof of this can be
Melt- MikuXKaitoMelt ~ Meruto MikuXKaito Enjoy~ OH! And please read discrpition! I'm taking requests also! Thanks >////Melt- MikuXKaito3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
YesterdayYesterday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday a tree fell on my face.
It was not a fun experience
Yet now I can look back and laugh.
red rose in the snowred rose in the snow3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Its been a long time since you have been on the battlefeild, But here you are again fighting for your country Russia,
In the Russian calavly with your horse storm.
It was snowing heavily outisde so you are glad to be in Storm's stable.
You take your horse's Saddle and place it on storm's back, "here we go all tacked up and ready for war!" you exclaimed.
you knew that this may be the end for you and storm but you hide that inside with a fake smile, "I better get myself ready now, cant go looking like this!"
You go into your room built in next to the stable and tie your ( hair colour) hair up in a messy bun, You put on your officer uniform and you grab your rifle.
Storm peered around the door and it almost seemed he whinned in approval.
The war bell's rung out so you quickly grab storms reins , place your foot in the stirrup and hoist yourself up into the saddle. Storm almost seemed excited!
You walked out of the stable and gently kicked storm till he was going at a steady tro
RainOnce upon a time, the whole world was a happy loving place. The moon, sun, sky, and earth were all very good friends, and everyone was at peace.One day though, the moon and the sun got angry at each other and went to live on opposites sides of Earth.Rain6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
The sky was both of their friends, and soon she was put in the middle of it, and the Earth was soon forgetten in the upcoming mess.
The first day the sun came up and upon hearing the the sky still was friends with the moon, he began to yell at the sky. This made her very sad, and she began to cry and it fell to the dry earth as rain, and soon lakes and rivers were made.
The sun finally left and upon hearing the sun gone, the moon came out. She had too heard that the sky was friends with the sun still, and ignored the sky, and this made her very sad, and the the extreme coldness made her tears fall as ice.
Well the previously dry Earth now had rivers streams, puddles, oceans, and snow, and it was about drowning in it all.
" Sky, " said eart
Proud to be white.I am proud to be white.Proud to be white.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I said it.
Why shouldn't I be?
My heritage has nothing to do with myself.
My ancestors have committed no crimes.
They have kept no slaves.
So I am proud to be white.
My family has served in every American war.
From the revolution to Vietnam.
We fought with the North in the civil war.
We cried when Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Died.
My heritage is a part of who I am.
People say that everyone is equal nowadays,
But that's not true
We have the special offers based on race.
Even in the school I grew up in
There was the African-American club,
The Indian club,
The Latino club.
We cant preach equality
Unless we teach people to take pride
In who they are.
I was never taught this
I was taught I had it easier
Because I was white
I was taught
To be humble
Because of what other white people had done
I was taught
To treat others better than I treated myself
Because if I didn't
I was being racist.
I believe without a doubt
That our society doesn't have equality.
I went to a funeral todayI was at a funeral today. I was there as a friend of the family. I didn't personally know the deceased well, I've met him, but didn't know him. When his son came up and read the eulogy, I began to think. What he wrote was very cheesy, think basic funeral writing; focused very heavily on his honesty, humility, and good memories. There were a few funny things here and there, but what I was really interested in was the way he read it. He read it like a highschooler reading any old speech, aside from the crying, of course. What I realized though is it's not the speech that matters really at all, it's when he begins to stutter, and he can barely read because his mouth is too busy blubbering, that you can really see how he feels.I went to a funeral today4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I started to think about the things I would write if my brother or father passed. Something similarly between the two that I would write would be that we are all very much alike, as little as we'd each like to admit that. Especially my brother.
My dad is quirky, he'
DA'sicon's,emote'sandprettyplz:icondbthx1:DA'sicon's,emote'sandprettyplz4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
The Fable of the Stray FoxThe Fable of the Stray FoxThe Fable of the Stray Fox3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just like people the animals hold their own societies, but whilst we elect to live in houses within or outside of cities the animals choose to remain outside all together. Take the fox, perhaps the most cunning and certainly among the dangerous of all animals to roam the woods. The foxes reigned proud in the centre of the woods, kings and queens among the animals there, feared and respected by all who wasn't a fox.
However like the societies of man, the foxes were capable of being unjust and cruel. In the coven of the foxes was born a youngling, he wasn't a runt nor was he a high ranking male but yet he was spurned by all whom was a fox. He wasn't sure why, he didn't feel too different from all the others. He walked like they did and acted like they did yet no matter what his endeavours it only got him shame from his parents and hatred from the coven. So the young fox grew to be alone.
The years and the foxes were unkind to the young fox, he learned to
Light within DarknessA dark soul is justLight within Darkness2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an excuse for light to find
a place to call home.
A mere Thank youA mere Thank youA mere Thank you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Came at first the words
and came the melody
as you crushed my world
and reconnected me
What would I haven't done
for that night to never end
Having you beside me again
for once not feeling alone
It's not about love
neither about sex
It's about simplicity
and how human you could be
It's not about having fun
nor about your money
It's just that you didn't try to trick me
as you didn't hide your vulnerability
You told me about your thoughts
teached me your truths
You showed your weaknesses
the same way you did with your strengths
Oh dear don't you see
what a gift you gave me
From the other side of the mirror, it made so much sense to me
You gave a blind the possibility to see
You made the unlikely come true
now I don't have a choice but to beleive
Impossible doesn't exist anymore
So let me say thanks once more
The ForecasterMy brother's solemn predictions often landed him in trouble, even though he was frequently correct. One morning he placed his trembling hands on my shoulders. I was busy, fishing. But I knew at once from the pressure of his fingers, from the grave way he spoke my name that something was amiss. "Tae," he whispered, "Atlantis is sinking."The Forecaster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember my first reaction was to laugh. Shau shook me, frustrated. "I do not jest!" he hissed. "I am certain, Tae."
Brushing away his palms, I cast my gaze to the river. There had not been a single quirk of the line. I adored Shau, yet, I despised his antic, paranoid ways: he would never be a hunter. "You have frightened away our meal! Please attend your duties, Shau. Stop fretting. The continent is fine."
Shau did not relent; he twisted my wrist until I was forced to heed.
Attention SpanAttention Span3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel you,
Staring at me,
Your eyes bore holes in my head.
I turn to look and your eyes flicker away, a guilty smile crossing you lips.
Why do you seem so smug?
There you are again.
Still watching me,
With those infuriatingly seductive eyes.
They pull me, draw me close . . .
And then you look away, smirking again.
You snuck up on me this time.
I've been cornered like a helpless animal,
About to become a meal-time special.
You lick your lips like a hungry predator,
And then you lean in for the kill.
Electricity sparks between our lips;
I gasp and push you away, but you hold me tightly to you.
Confused, I give up, allowing my chest to be pressed up against yours.
You lean forward, and whisper in my ear,
"Why what?" I ask, barely above a whisper,
My heart pounding in my chest.
"Why have you captured my attention so soundly?"